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Chapter 4

It was a dark and cloudy day. It would for sure start raining later. Something that would not make this day any better. Not for Anna, as she was going to do something she never would have done before today. She hadn't had any messages or calls from Lucy since she got the one from her last night.

She couldn't even get a signal through. So she knew that she had to go find her friend Lucy. She needed to know if she was alright. Although she was afraid to go on this adventure, she just had to cope with her fear and go and help her friend.

She had awoken at 10 am, and was sitting on her bed, thinking. Her thoughts were driving her mad. Her sleep hadn't been the best. She was nervous and a bit giddy. She usually slept fine, but now as she was faced with this phantom-business, she couldn't sleep much as her mind and body wouldn't relax at all.

I should get my ass up from here. She mused and swung her legs out and got out of bed. She went to the window and removed the curtain. As she looked out into the streets, she noticed the bad weather and the people walking in thick clothes and umbrellas in hand. A pity with the weather. Typical. She thought as she went back to her chair to put on some clothes.

Hopefully the bad weather won't equal bad something happening today. I couldn't deal with that. But then again, I have to. She thought and let out a sigh.

I do wonder If I should wait for the evening to ascend before I go to the Palais Garnier, so I don't have to wait too long for the theater to close down for the night...I guess it's the best idea. I don't want to spend the whole day in there waiting anyway, and it's easier to hide when it gets darker and of course in the masses of people attending the theater tonight. And as she concluded that she would wait til tonight, she now needed something to do. But what? She scratched her head in thought. "Ha!" She said out loud "breakfast! I need breakfast". She laughed at her own stupidity and ran out of her room and into the little kitchen. She was so lost in the phantom universe that she had forgotten all about breakfast.

"God...man...how silly of me to forget that". She said shaking her head as she went to make coffee.

As the coffee was brewing, she went to the cupboard and got a cup and plate. She went to the fridge and got butter, cheese and marmelade. She made two slices of bread and put them on the plate and went to the table. After having set the plate down she made her way to the counter and took her cup and poured the coffee in.

As she finally sat down and began eating, she caught sight of the white rose on the table.

That rose is surely very beautiful. Very beautiful indeed. Hmm...I think I will take it with me, you never know if it can come in handy. Maybe it will help me against the phantom, if he can see it was us he gave it to, then maybe he won't harm me. But then again he is the phantom and he can be unpredictable. Hm...Well there's no harm in trying, I guess. She mused as she twirled her fingers around the black ribbon tied around the stem.

As she finished the rest of her breakfast, she started doing the dishes. As she did, her mind started to wander again. And all kinds of problems and situations arose. What would happen to their hotel reservation? If they both went to the past, did they in the future cease to exist? What about their families? So many thoughts went through her mind. As always she was terrified of what might happen.

Could they cope with living in another period, with no phone, internet, and where women was seen as brain-dead possessions to be owned and told what to do. She hoped that they might be able to go back to their own time. She knew the phantom should be able to do so, as he had placed the rose in their box, but of course, you couldn't be sure. At the moment nothing was set in stone.

After her mind-wandering the dishes were done, and now she was contemplating what to do the rest of the day, before she would go to the opera. She picked up her phone to check the time. Almost noon it said. Okay, then. I finished Gaston Leroux's phantom last night. So I could start on Susan Kay's and get a greater background story. She thought and went out of the kitchen and into her room to get the book.

She found the book on her nightstand and she went to her bed and sat down with it and started to read.


The time said 08:00 pm on the phone and it was time for Anna to get her things together and prepare for the "night at the opera". It was dark, more so as it were still cloudy. A rainstorm had passed earlier on with thunder and lightning. Not a pleasant thing.

She closed the book in her lab – she had almost read the whole book, which was good, as she had some more information now, before she went to the Palais Garnier.

She took a good stretch before getting up from the bed. Sitting and reading could make you tired, if you did it for a long period of time.

She went to her closet to find some more suitable clothes. She would take a quick shower and dress in warmer clothes.

She wasn't keen on it, as she knew the modern day clothes weren't meant for the past. It would make people faint at the sight of her. A woman in jeans and sweatshirt. She almost laughed at the thought. But they didn't have any clothes from the 1870's, so she had to go with the clothes she had. If she was sent back in time that is. She really didn't know if Lucy had taken that road. But as she hadn't heard from Lucy and couldn't get in contact with her, she assumed that she may have gone through some loop in time or whatever it is called and was now stuck in old France or something.

As she took out the clothes she would wear, she went to the bathroom to take a shower. When she was done, she put on her clean clothes. Black jeans, white t-shirt and a grey sweatshirt. She pulled her red hair into a ponytail and sat down on her bed. She took her phone from the bed and checked what the time was.

"Okay 8:45...I'll better be going." She said to herself and got up from the bed and started to plan what to bring to the theater tonight. She grabbed her bag from the floor beside her bed, and put it on the bed.

"I will need my phone, my sketchbook, pencils and of course my wallet." She said. For awhile, she contemplated what other things she might need as she roamed her eyes around her room. But she got to the conclusion that there wasn't anything else and she zipped up her bag and took it from the bed and went out of her room.

Oh I almost forgot. She thought as she passed the kitchen and saw the white rose on the table. I need to take the white rose with me. She went to the table and picked it up and put it carefully into her bag. She grabbed her jacket and turned off the light and went out the door to get to the station and take the metro to the theater.

As Anna stood in front of the Palais Garnier, many thoughts went through her head. Both good and bad-mostly bad though. She was very anxious. And petrified of what might happen.

She sighed "This is it". She told herself as she slowly went up the stairs to the grand Palais Garnier.

The theater was at the moment in the midst pf a showing, so Anna was practically alone, except the for the employees working. She had to find somewhere to hide before the theater would close for the night. She stood in the foyer and took a look around. She gazed at the the stairs going down into the bowels of the theater. A sign was hanging at the entrance saying: "Sens Interdit" (No entry).

I think that would be a good place to go. But what if I'm caught? She thought. She wasn't very keen on it. She stood there for a moment, scratching her head, contemplating if she should go there or not. She came to the point where she thought it was the best solution until the theater was closed to go hide there. She would then venture out when the coast was clear. But first she had to wait for the intermission, so she could hide among the masses of people, so she could venture down below without being seen.

Might as well go sit at the base of the stairs going up. She thought and went across the floor and sat down at the stairs to wait for the intermission.


The time struck 9:30 pm and the doors opened up as masses of people started to get out of the auditorium.

At this, Anna's head shot up and started to follow the masses around her. Okay, I have about 15 minutes until they will start ringing the bell. She mused and let her eyes wander across the many people. She started to get up slowly and began to move to the left where the stairs went down below. As she scanned the room for any sign of employees, she noted that there wasn't, and she turned sharply around and jumped over the sign and ran down the stairs. As she went down, it became darker and colder. As the stairs stopped going any further, she now stood in a hallway with only a little light from the foyer.

"Alright, then. First step done without any problems". She whispered softly to herself as she leaned against the wall. She surveyed her surroundings and found two separate hallways at the end of the hallway she was standing in. She asked herself if she should go any further or stay where she was.

"Hmm..I think, I'll stay here. I really don't want to go further down there. Not really my thing anyway." She said biting her lip nervously as she took a look down the darker hallway. She slid down the wall and waited patiently for the theater to close for the night.


After Lucy had escaped the phantom for the time being, she was left running to God knows where. She only had one thought in her mind at the moment. Get as far away as possible from The Opera Populaire.

As she ran through the streets she noticed many people staring at her. It was still daylight, so she couldn't really hide in the darkness. She just hoped she would get to a safer place where she could get her barrings and be left to her own devices and think up a plan. A plan which would get her a roof over her head, food and hopefully some kind of job that could bring her some money that could be used in this time. As she had gotten a couple of streets away from the theater, she could see an old church ahead of her. She thought it could be useful to go there, and check it out. And maybe she could hide there for the time being. She quickly ran the way up to the church and went for the door. It was locked.

Damn! this wasn't what I expected. A church would be really nice at the moment. I wonder if there's a side door I could use? Anyway weird that a church is locked up. Maybe it's abandoned? But it doesn't look like it though. But then again. Maybe it's still being kept in shape.? She mused and she took one last tuck at the door, and then turned towards the left side of the church to see if any door was unlocked. No door. She then came around the church and spotted a door on the right side. "I really hope this door is unlocked." She said to herself as she went to the door and tried the handle. But it didn't open. She tried the handle with more force and kept at it. And suddenly it opened with a crash.

"Thank God it worked." She said and went into the church and closed the door behind her. Wow, it needs oil. She mused as the door was creaking very loudly. "I guess that's why the door wouldn't open at first." She assumed.

"Okay, this does seem like an abandoned church". She said to herself as she took it all in. It was a small church, with beautiful art lining the ceiling with a golden cross at the altar. Windows were decorated with various religious things. It was very dusty and dirty though. So she assumed this church wasn't in use anymore.

She went to one of the many benches and sat down. She took her phone out of her bag and slid her finger over it to unlock it. Well no signal. And not much battery left either. Great. She took notice of the time. It said 01:30 am. "Not really the time right now. Forgot about that. This is the time back in present day". She said and shook her head. "I wonder what time it is right now. Must be in the afternoon I guess, it's still light outside, but slowly getting darker. Hm...Maybe around 4-ish or 5-ish I guess." She shrugged and gazed at the altar for some time. She let her mind wander and came to the fact that she really needed some new clothes. She couldn't really go wandering around in this little black short dress and modern leather jacket. But there was a slight problem. She didn't have any money. Well not money suited for this period in time, only her modern day British Pound. And that couldn't be used at the moment.

Maybe I could get some old dresses at the Populaire. They will have masses of that. Old costumes and such. But I have one person to look out for. The Phantom. I really don't want to see him at the moment. She sighed

I wonder what Anna is doing right now?... Safe at home. I'm sure. Scared out of her wits end...Or maybe not. She answered her own thought. I hope she doesn't do anything stupid.

Suddenly her mind stopped wandering, as she heard something or someone trying the lock in the main door. She stood as quickly as a cat's reflexes and ran towards the old confessional booth. She hid behind the red curtain as she waited with baited breath.

Who's trying to get into a church by picking a lock?. That's weird. Must be a burglar, or maybe a thief. She hoped she wouldn't be discovered as she wasn't in the mood for any more fights or any running, after her ordeal with the phantom. She sucked in her breath as she heard the door creak open. She wondered why the steps were so light and soft. I would have thought that the person would be easier to hear and would be quick on it's feet... Should I take a peek? She wondered.

The person was interesting to listen to. Or the footsteps of the person, that is. It seemed to just silently walk around in front of the door it came through. It wouldn't go much further it seemed. Like it was hesitant to go further into the church or get closer to the altar. If the person do not come any closer I might try to take my chance in seeing who it is. She mused and she silently and very slowly peeked through the red curtain. As she did that her heart stopped. Or almost, if it did she would be dead. But if the person discovered her, she might be dead anyway.

Okay...so this was not the plan I had hoped for. She thought as she quickly shot the red curtain closed and hid herself in the confessional booth. Oh shit, I hope he doesn't find me. I'll be dead if he does. I'm sure of it. I need to be deadly quiet. That man has the ears of a thousand dogs. As she waited, she could hear the man start walking again. The footsteps were still light and hard to hear. But suddenly they stopped and turned in the direction of the altar and confessional booth.

Oh my God, no...please no. Not now, I can't deal with this. Lucy thought desperately. She held her breath and were trying very hard to not make any sound.

The footsteps had stopped a few feet before the altar. And the person was standing still it seemed.

Lucy could now hear a slight breathing coming from the person, and the smell of candle smoke and cologne. But as suddenly as the person had stopped it turned quickly and headed towards the confessional booth.

Lucy could hear the famous sound of a swishing cloak, as the person came closer and closer towards her. This is it. This is the point of no return.. She thought and waited for the punjab lasso being thrown around her neck. But as she waited for it, the person turned around and ran with a billowing cloak towards the door and disappeared.

As the person had left, Lucy let herself relax. And took a deep breath. Wow...that was close. She thought and peeked out through the red curtains. Alright, it seems to be clear. She mused and went out of the box, and headed towards the benches and sat down. As she looked out through one of the windows, she noticed it had gotten darker.

Hm I guess I must stay here over night, and see if I can go to back to the Populaire tomorrow and maybe get some more proper clothes. As she set her mind to wonder about the task for tomorrow, she laid down on the bench and watched the different art on the ceiling.


Anna was walking up the stairs from her hiding spot. It was dark and quiet in the closed theater. She used her phone as a light source.

Okay..now I have to get to box 5. Without any accidents or problems. That would be great. She mused as she got closer to the ground floor in the foyer. A chill ran down her spine as she at last stood in the foyer and took in her surroundings. Dark and eerie shadows danced across the foyer. It was creepy and it made Anna more nervous than she already was. When you are in this state your brain can't help but create creepy figures from the dark shadows. Anna tried to shake the feelings off, but it wasn't easy for her. Dealing with this had never been her strongest thing. Horror-movies was not her cup of tea either.

"No wonder Gaston Leroux got the idea about a phantom roaming about in this theater." Anna said silently as she felt a chill go through her body. "I need to pull myself together now and begin walking, or else I'm going to freeze in this position". She told herself. And she slowly began moving her feet, one at a time cautiously. I really don't want to alarm any ghosts or phantoms around here. She thought but shook her head at her own nonsense. Wow I must be stupid. Really? I act like a 5 year old.

She continued towards the auditorium and went up the stairs to the upper boxes. As she got closer her heartbeat got louder and more rapid, her breathing slightly quicker and deeper. At last she came to box 5. But she couldn't get herself to open the door. Not yet. She needed to take a moment. She needed to calm herself. If it was even possible. She leaned on the wall beside the door. And tried to compose herself and get her thoughts together.

Alright...I guess I'm as ready as can be...Here goes some-...what the hell? She stopped her hand going any further toward the door handle, as she suddenly smelled candle smoke and cologne through the air. Okay...Anna calm down...calm down. Just be very quiet. And stay as frozen as an ice block. She thought as she could feel cold sweat forming on her brow. She knew someone was in that box. She could even hear the person. It was breathing hard and seemed out of breath. She knew the smell usually belonged to only one person, and that was the phantom.

So this seems to indicate that the phantom is real and can travel from the past to the future. Anna concluded. But how is that possible? I can't even...this is some real shit. Anna mused as she was contemplating her next move. She was pulled out of her musings as a voice all too familiar began talking.

"Who was that girl...woman!That damn woman who would defy me...ME! The Phantom!"The voice harshly spoke.

"Damnation!...I want to know who that woman was...I need to find her. If it's the last thing I do. Stupid woman, intruding in my box...My Box. No one dares enter my box. Why...why would someone do that?...I'm a monster..." The voice said with a sad sigh.

Wow...the phantom can certainly change from angry to sad in a second. Anna thought. But then another thought entered her mind. Could this be Lucy he is talking about? It may well be. So it seems they have met, but she escaped him...ha! Good for her. I hope I can find her before he does though. She silently mused.

"...And then she had the audacity to fight me. To push me...Me! No one will ever get away with that. No one hurts The Phantom. No one will. There will be consequences. Disasters. That woman needs to know her place. She needs to know The Phantom always watches and always wins." The voice said hauntingly and laughing.

And with that, a click was heard, and a man went through a secret panel with a swish of a cloak, and disappeared.


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